When whoever this was shook his head Molly just got a grim looking smile on her face. Her clothing changed to the garb she wore in Chicago as the Ragged Lady, made up of some of the clothing Harry had been wearing in Chichen Itza.
Straps formed around her where she sat in the chair and she looked down at them calmly before sighing. Her hair hung in strands in her face as she lifted her eyes to this guy. She tilted her head as her smile became a lopsided smirk.
"Please."
Her eyes took on a soft glow, if only for effect, then with a brief focus the straps became snakes that twined around her arms, hissing as she rose quickly from the chair. A thrust of her arms and the snakes shot towards the invader, jaws gaping with impossibly ellongated fangs dripping venom.
"This is my playground, asshole! No boys allowed!"